Realm Of The Sublime Poem by Asher Proschansky

Knowing no bounds, the soul is free
just sweet ecstasy
venture forth, spread cheer
bring all you love near
who knew you'd dance
who knew you'd chance
the crippled walk
the deaf hear
the mute talk
an unseen force
sparks dry bones
there is a window
to your soul
when its windexed
you're whole
no longer stutter
when you talk
no longer look down
when you walk
a reggae beat
stirs your feet
but it was there all along
soft melodies waft
into your dining room
but they were always
playing your song
people seem
to be welcoming you home
but think about it
they never really said good-bye
and don't question
you may have lost time
because wrist watches tick different
in the realm of the sublime.